Monday, February 8, 2010

MICAH MCLANE SAYS We's Here, Dis AINT BLOODY JUNK‏

Feb 1st, cold as shit, drive to Boston, told could not go as no proof of onward travel, "what the hell do you think these bikes are for Miss?", argue, get manager, told same thing, charge $5,000 bucks on the credit card for return flights, rediculous, fully refundable we are told, bloody better be, fly, fly, fly, Gin and Tonic, 2 sleeping pills, 27 tortous hours later land in Bangkok, midnight, hour taxi, hotel reservation as been given away as we are to late, bull we told you we'd be there at 2am, still looking for a room an hour later, full everywhere, about to use bike boxes as beds and sleep in an alley, find a room, ssslllleeeepppp, kind of, jet lag, wake up at 7am. Mangoes, papaya, pinaple, banana, dragon fruit, homemade yogurt, 1 dollar, 10 million people, amazing food, rotting garbage, street dogs, sewage, homeless people, friendliest culture on earth, 95 degrees, sweat, bed at 8pm, up at 4am, explore, temples, palace, monks, huge wooden penis, water taxi, pad thai, stirfried rice, 1 dollar and 50 cents, assemble bikes, amazing hour massage, 6 dollars, green curry, bed, up at 5am, load up bikes for first time, man with no hands, car dodging, drag bike up flights of stairs, highway, 6 lane roundabout, rickity local train from 1930's, small local ferry, another local train,k amazed we did not come off the track it was such a pos, another ferry, 12pm, sprite, sunblock to mix with city grime and sweat, friendly man walks up and gives us delicious new fruit, load up, moment of truth, pedal off into the searing sun.  
Micah and Rachael











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